Chapter 111

SLOANE

“Vance—”

I don't know what to feel. He is still watching our son kiss Zane's wounds and my heart can only hurt so much.

Shit.

"Why are you here, Mateo?" I ask my brother, who materializes from the panicked crowd, his expression unreadable.

He’s supposed to be cuddling our son to sleep, but instead I get a shrug.

"He wanted his papa," Mateo says, his voice low. "He wouldn't settle."

Is this